The world is loud, a restless, rushing sea,
But there's a quiet place where I can be.
It's in the way your laughter fills the room,
Like sudden flowers breaking into bloom.
I see you in the golden morning light,
And in the stars that watch us through the night.
No need for grand designs or silver speech,
When all I want is always within reach.
A whispered word, a gentle, steady hand,
The only map I need to understand.
For in your eyes, a thousand stories grow,
In rhythms only you and I could know.
It isn't in the lightning or the fire,
But in the quiet truths that never tire.
Like ink on paper, soul to breathing soul,
You are the piece that makes the story whole.
The seasons change, the years may drift away,
But here within this heart, you'll always stay.